We’ve been shown angry Clark, blinded by passion and vigor, and we’ve seen drowsy, reverb-soaked Clark, but never before have the two parts struggled with one another in such a fascinating, rewarding way.

It flows. Because it's not as insanely cut as your typical IDM, it works as subtle, non-distracting background music, but it's still detailed enough to make for some enthralling headphone candy as well.

Even in the misfires, what links this album to the others is extremely high quality production and Clark’s professed perfectionistic streak, which, from the building blocks to the finishing touches, gives his music a scarily accomplished look.